It's the holidays that remind me of her and it's still hard to get through them without her. She encouraged me to do my art and whatever I felt a passion for. There are other people I know who miss her company. She was a good listener and confidant.
The empty feeling hurts.
I'm going to have her Rosary here in our home in February.
I've also been thinking about my friend Thelma.
She always called me at Christmas to wish me and my family a Merry Christmas. I think of Thelma everyday too. I used to call her to ask her advice on "issues", and she always had a lot to offer. Now, I just pray and talk to both Thelma and my mother when I'm uncomfortable about something. It helps. Funny, I don't remember Thelma ever playing any music when I visited her. So I have no music to remind me of her. Instead it's nature.
She loved the trees with purple flowers. She loved honeydew melon, chutney and raisin bread.
Merry Christmas Thelma.
This post was a bit of a downer. Yeah, I could easily picture the old me with a bottle of Jack and listening to Lady Day. All by myself. Look on the bright side...I don't drink anymore and so I'm not depressed all the time. I just have my moments of sadness.